Impaled Part 2 4 min read

It had been three weeks now, and Cyndi had not even given the K-Mart incident a second thought until one morning she stopped at the local Mickey-D’s for a cup of coffee. As Cyndi opened the door of the restaurant and entered, her well-worn heels began to beat a sinisterly melodious melody on the tile floor as she made her way to the order counter. Now only a few feet from the counter, Cyndi noticed a young man with his left hand in a cast and immediately recognized “Film Counter Jim,” the K-Mart employee.

Jim lost in his own thoughts about what to order, and how much of a settlement he might get, due to the unfortunate accident to his hand, was brought into another state of mind when he heard the unmistakable staccato of Cyndi’s stilettos. The sound was unforgettable. Jim’s eyes began to glint with anger as he used up all of his emotional reserves in an attempt to control himself, but before he could turn around to face his nemesis, Jim felt a light tap on his right shoulder. Now turning around to directly face this “high heel witch,” Jim was at a loss for words before Cyndi opened the conversation with, “Hello sir, do you remember me? I am truly sorry about your hand. Please forgive me. I really didn’t mean it.” Looking directly into Cyndi’s eyes, Jim was ‘stunned’. Cyndi was absolutely beautiful, the kind of beauty only seen in Gothic paintings, and she resembled Pam more than he first realized. How’s your hand, Cyndi queried. Now embarrassed by his initial words to Cyndi, Jim lowered his eyes toward her feet and answered, “OK, I guess. I get the cast off in a few days.” “THAT’S WONDERFUL, ” she announced with sincere glee. “Listen,” Cyndi said, “I really feel bad about this whole thing. Please let me buy your breakfast.” Jim, now seeing his opportunity, seized upon it and responded, “only on one condition, that is you join me.” In an effort to show her sincere feelings about the incident, Cyndi saw no harm in sharing a meal with Jim, even though she was only having a cup of coffee.

Taking a seat at a corner table, Jim and Cyndi were truly face-to-face now for the first time. Looking into Cyndi’s eyes, Jim could now see that she had a beautiful spirit, and was genuinely a caring woman. “OH NO,” Jim thought, “how could the first encounter with a strikingly beautiful woman like this have gone so disastrously awry?” “Hi! ” Cyndi chirped as she opened the conversation. “I am Mrs. B.” Jim’s heart sank, she was married. At this point, Jim had not only found it in his heart to forgive Pam, but also he had secretly forgiven Cyndi as well. “Jim!, Jim Thorton”, he replied. “Well, Jim, how long have you worked at K-Mart?” Cyndi’s question opened the way for Jim to begin his life story, and he began by talking about Pam, and how all of the plans they had were shattered when he found out about the other man she was seeing. Ironically, this all happened the same week as the incident with his hand. Talking about bad luck! Jim went on to describe the injury to his hand telling Cyndi that the doctor said that her heel came down on it with the accuracy of a “guided missile” and with the force of a “pile driver”. There was no “crunch” sound because the bone was completely shattered, and immediately turned into bone meal. The doctor also informed Jim that when the cast came off, his hand would be permanently shaped as if he were “cupping” something. This made Cyndi feel all that much worse. Cyndi began to speak and started to tell Jim a little about herself, and how she met her husband. As Cyndi spoke, Jim furtively glanced at Cyndi’s right foot, which was crossed over her left knee extending just past the edge of the table. Jim looked at her heel. “Gawd!”, Jim thought, those are not heels; ice picks would have been a closer description. How did she walk in them? Why did she wear such a dangerous shoe?

As Cyndi continued on, little did Jim know that long, long ago, Cyndi decided that there are only two types of men in the world. #1., those who hurt women, and two, those who want to be hurt by women. Cyndi, in her own personal life’s philosophy, had decided that those men who hurt women must pay. Her heels were just “symbols” of payment due to all men who hurt women……it was really no big deal to her, and she was more than willing to oblige.

With her conversation winding down, Cyndi could not help but make Jim an offer. “Listen, Jim, I really feel bad about this whole thing, why don’t you give me your phone number, and some evening I will call and invite you to dinner, what would you like me to make? Jim could not believe his luck, he truly liked Cyndi, now that he had “met her”. Maybe, maybe, just maybe??????? Maybe there was a chance with her!!!!! Cyndi bid Jim, “have a good day”, as she got up and began to leave. Jim was beside himself now, this had really made his day……little did he know what the future held!